Chapter 36: Centre of attention

Jahin's POV

I woke up elated from the exciting news I received from Stellenbosch. The media students have been informed to report to school for the tour of my art house today.

I got all my staff members to make the office look professional and welcoming. Each of the students ought to receive a pamphlet explaining how I came about designing the art house and the reason behind all the main art pieces around the building.

I wore the most expensive tuxedo amongst my suit collection with a black Chanel belt and I topped my outfit off with a Rolex I bought while I was visiting Madrid last year.

Morris accompanied me to the office in a black Rolls Royce with tainted windows. I felt like the king that I am and I was going to get my queen.

When I arrived at the office everything looked perfect including the center painting of the whole building I got made in Paris by a celebrity painter.

The painting originates from a picture I took of Haya back in high school, her beautiful afro was scattered on the pillow and her slim naked back was revealed as the sheets covered her lower back and her legs.

I took the picture while she slept in my room from exhaustion during sunset hour after we made love. Although her face is not visible in the painting her brown skin glowed due to the sun's impact and her huge crown had volume, it was loud and proud symbolizing the queen that she is.

I made sure everything was ready then I went to my office and I attempted to write something after years of not writing anything.

"Centre of attention

Seeing you with another brings me torment, does it not give you nightmares?

being away from me for more than a moment?

I remember last winter,

our sweat subsided the cold weather

our lips? the two missing pieces to a puzzle

Caught in between the lies and keeping you in my life

you remain the one that I want

your smile breaks down the walls built to protect myself from your love

-B" after a few attempts of writing something I gave poetic justice to the jealousy I felt from all the flashbacks I keep having of Haya with another man.

I stood up from my chair and started kicking my desk repeatedly.

"Why can I not forget about that?" I screamed out in agony.

She is coming here today and I am finally going to make her mine. I should forget about the horrible things we have both done to each other.

Whilst I paced around my office trying my best not to punch one of the walls, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Come in," I instructed.

"Sir, the students are on their way...please do get ready," my receptionist informed me.

I really need an assistant, this poor lady works a lot. She can not be both the receptionist and my assistant.

"Okay, you may take your leave," I replied.

A few minutes later

There was suddenly a lot of noise inside the art house.

"I guess the students are here, I better get going., I said to myself standing up from my chair feeling overwhelmed by the thought of Haya finally seeing me after such a long time.

A lot went through my mind as I went down the stairs and all the girls turn their attention on me. They all wooed in excitement but my eyes were set on one girl, the beholder of the key to my heart. Haya.

She looked up at me and tears started dripping down her cheeks then she immediately ran outside. I felt the urge of running after her but I knew I had to be professional in front of all the lecturers, my staff, and the students. One of the younger male lecturers went after Haya.

I tightened my fists from the frustration I felt seeing him go after her. I made my way down the stairs and went straight to where the lecturers were standing. I politely greeted everyone trying my best to look welcoming because I do not smile.

The students were all handed out the pamphlets and I made sure to begin their tour. I kept looking around for Haya but she was still nowhere to be found. I could not bare the thought of her with another man so I instructed one of my staff members to continue with the tour and I made my way outside.

I looked around the parking lot searching for where they could be. When I turn I saw him an inch away from kissing her, I ran towards them fuming with anger while screaming out Haya's name at the top of my lungs.

"Haya! hey! what are you doing? she is mine!" I got in between the two of them and punched the lecturer across his face.

I kept punching him until he fell then I got on top of him and continued to punch him repeatedly.

I just remember Haya screaming out for help and the security guards making their way towards the three of us and removing me from his body.

Haya handed me a bottle of still water and I splashed it on my face. I returned to my senses and she looked at me with tears falling out of her eyes. I threw the bottle down and held her face using both of my hands. I gently wiped off her tears then took her hand and led her inside of the art house.

She kept trying to shrug her hand but I held her tighter trying my best not to hurt her. Everyone looked at us as we entered the building but I continued to lead her up the stairs until we finally arrived in my office. I closed the door and passionately started kissing her against it.

At first, she tried fighting me off but as I continued to kiss her she finally gave in. The kiss was full of the hunger and the thirst we have both had for each other for all the years we have been apart.